Anyone can tell how beautiful words are and honestly, Sarah Kay has some beautiful words. And its not just the words she chooses to say, its the ones she leaves unsaid. The ones filled in with her laughter and the swish of her hair.
For someone who began at fourteen, she is still growing at an amazing rate. Someone I will keep watching. I suggest you do that too!
To see some of her works, search Sarah Kay's Mum on youtube or go to TED.com
Mar 25, 2011
What do you see when you look in the mirror?
I hope its the same thing I see when I look at you? A woman with a heart of gold, who longs to love with all her soul. A smile that is warm enough to melt away the darkness and cold that engulfs me; a mind that wants to trust but looks for trust among a pack of wolves.
Its more than just your beauty, its beyond what eyes can see. Its what hearts can feel and spirits can believe. Waiting gently while souls are revealed, who wants to hold your heart while the scars are healed? Love rains in the air until hearts are filled, and the flood washes the fake away and leaves only the real. Im settling for nothing but the best of deals, so next time you're tempted to think less of me, know I am the best, no one can replace me. If you want we can put it to the test, and I'll still be here, closer and longer than the rest.
Posted by El Divine at 9:44 AM
Mar 9, 2011
Why do we all pay attention when Charlie Sheen speaks? Of course, if you've not heard of him then that statement doesnt apply to you. But for the general population, while under your breath you deride Sheen as hallucinatory and borderline crazy, truth remains that every time he does something, the world pays attention. He came on twitter and had 60,000 followers before he said even ONE thing. In 24hours, he had a million followers, earning him a place in the Guiness Book of World Records. In less than a week he broke another record by getting over 100million viewers in one ustream broadcast. As Kanye would say, No one man should have all that power. But no matter what we think, truth is, he does have it. And the question is, why?
I have a theory. You are welcome to disagree with it, but the fact is that Charlie Sheen represents and acts out our universal urge to be invincible, to be larger than life. What he does is what we wish we could do: He gets high on his own damn self. You really cant tell him Nothing. Now, people may say he is mentally ill, and a junkie and what not, which may or may not be correct. He certainly does drugs, chief among them the one he calls 'Charlie Sheen' duh. His lifestlye may not be spectacularly awesome, and many of us don't want to emulate him (I hope). But his bad boy aura, his rock solid confidence and his total belief in himself and his total scorn of society is something we all sometimes crave. I know this cos I see blogs, posts, comments by people and what not all screaming how they are impossible to define, and how they dont care what everyone thinks, and fuck society and all. Yet at the end of the day, society bends them into an accepted path, no matter how hard they fight until all they can do to proclaim their so called independence is to blog, or join organisations, or get high. So in the end, we all become that thing we claim we are not, average, normal smart or not so smart people milling around trying to make a living. And to recapture that dopamine high that makes us feel like our lives have some meaning at all, we go to church, or follow sports, or celebrities, or buy flashy cars and have sex. That is, we look for our high externally. By watching people like Sheen be superhuman on our behalf. Having submitted, we gather around the ones who still live like we wish. And when we cannot understand them, we call them jerks. Or crazy. Or evil. Or Sheen.
Posted by El Divine at 3:31 PM
Mar 8, 2011
This Story Is Not Mine. I Put it Here to Celebrate the Women Who Eternally Influence and Drive Us Forward.
One night President Obama and his wife Michelle decided to do something out of routine and go for a casual dinner at a restaurant that wasn’t too luxurious. When they were seated, the owner of the restaurant asked the president’s secret service if he could please speak to the First Lady in private. They obliged and Michelle had a conversation with the owner. Following this conversation President Obama asked Michelle, “Why was he so interested in talking to you.” She mentioned that in her teenage years, he had been madly in love with her. President Obama then said, “So if you had married him, you would now be the owner of this lovely restaurant,” to which Michelle responded, “No. If I had married him, he would now be the President.”
Posted by El Divine at 8:40 PM
Mar 6, 2011
So today I decided to not be so serious and think about a funny incident that happened to me. There was this girl in my school who I kinda fancied.I'll call her Fancy..lol.
So I and Fancy had met in a class we took together. We got talking, I got to helping her with stuff and from time to time, we went out to do any random stuff together. Just on a friendship levels. You see, she knew well enough that I was feeling her the whole time, I minced no words about that. She just 'wasn't ready'. So I stopped going around with her for the time being, but we definitely kept in touch, and on the occasional weekend, she'll pay me a visit. I was hoping that eventually she would be ready, but I didnt push it cos I wasnt in too much of a hurry either.
I believe its not even necessary to mention that she was both beautiful and smart. I naturally could never be attracted to a dumb broad so that much was a given. She also had a depth about her, and an air of level headedness. She was no innocent, she had told me all about her past as I had told her mine. Both of us knew we had both done stuff. She seemed like the perfect person for me, when she was ready of course.
One semester though, Fancy left school just after midterms and didnt come back for a week. I asked her what was wrong, and she said she was sick with stomach flu. If this is your first time hearing of such a thing as stomach flu, dont be alarmed, it was my first time too. It painted a picture in my head of something green and slimy swirling around in ur belly. Turns out that in Fancy's case, I wasnt too far from the truth, only that this virus was red and slimy, not green. Fancy didnt come back to school that semester. The next semester when she came back, she was rocking nwa obele pot belly. Ah...Fancy don carry belle oh.
After a few more weeks of school, her flu was a full blown, pouchy cheeked, fat legged case of maternity-syndrome. Stomach flu turned out to be a new tenant in her tummy.
I stopped speaking to her after that, and only gave her a cordial "hello" when we walked past each other in school. As far as I was concerned, Fancy was gone. I do not take joy in being any woman's male best friend or stuff like that, unless of course we started out as friends in the first place. So now, am saving up so that when she has the baby shower, I will shower the baby with some flu medication. Just to make sure a part 2 doesnt happen. Peace n Love. :DD
Posted by El Divine at 12:05 PM